Poetry by Milan Mondal
THE REVERIE
Two score and ten I passed,
Voicing, save water, air and earth.
Many were indifferent.
A few cared.
Two and two, four and four,
Six and six...
The series goes on
And the cares increased.
As I would step into my three score,
I had a dream…
Wonderful and pleasing.
In awe I saw,
Chirping sparrows…
I heard,
Babbling rivers…
And I felt,
A gentle fresh breeze
In the scorching heat
Like a Zephyr…
THE WOOD NYMPH
I intruded
Into the heart of the forest
To collect frankincense.
The addiction of smuggling
Blinded me,
And I chopped a number of sal trees.
Suddenly a shadow
Beckoned me within.
And I was paralysed.
The shadow slapped me.
And I came out running
With a sapling in my hand.
Milan Mondal’s poems have been included in journals and anthologies of international repute.
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